It's Cole, Not Colby

One | Vera-Jade

*look above at the chapter name for whose P.O.V it will be in*

It's all about how easy the music can disorient your mind. Play it loud and it numbs your throbbing head and makes the heart beat at such a fast rate you feel as if you are running. The lights, well they fuck you up more then the music. They move, flash, and do about 150 different patterns throughout the night.

Now normally I wouldn't complain about my 9-5 job but tonight was quite different. I've done a full week and I'm tired. These L.A. chicks drink more then my father when I was first born. By the was my 9-5 job is 9pm-5am and obviously clean up for about 2 hours. I don't leave this club until 7ish.

Tonight been pretty rough but we're nearing around 4am so the night is coming to a close. Only the piss drunk people are scattered dancing. I was wiping down the wooden bar when a pretty rough group tumbled in. Everyone was talking and laughing. I push my stray bangs behind my ears and sigh. I push the small towel on my apron string I stood up looking around.

10-15 people grouped around the table in the main back laughing and yelling at each other. I grabbed my notepad jumping up on the counter pulling my legs over I landed pretty smoothly. My sneakers squeaked slightly walking over.

"Bro! You fucking fell down the stairs hard. Are you sure you're cool?" A fairly well tanned man yelled. His eyes were green and his hair was brown but has highlights in it. It bounced every time he moved. No matter the small of movement.

"I'm okay. Just a little sore. Shots! Someone get shots!" A brown haired guy yelled laughing. His eyes were so blue you couldn't see past them. Stopping in front of the table all eyes advert towards me. Especially the blue ones.

"My name is Vera-Jade I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you guys off with some food?" Clicking my pen I glance up at everyone. Everyone started yelling foods they wanted and what alcohol. I would shake my head softly writing down all the food. I glanced up at the to boys previously talking obviously arguing over something.

"Colby, Brennen what do you want to eat?" A brown haired girl asked glancing at them. She raised an eyebrow. I smirk looking at them.

"Nothing. Just shots for everyone." Blue eyes mutters. The dark haired guy chucked a dirty napkin at him. I walked away without a second glance. Moving all the shots onto a tray I slid Henry the food orders. Walking out with the tray full.

"I need to see if everyone is old enough." Every pulls out there i.d's. I glanced at all of the numbers pairing them to the age. Most of everyone was old enough. Cole R. Brock looked way younger then 21. But I wasn't going to question it, "alright Cole, here's everyone shots." I took about three in my hands for the underaged.

"It's Colby." He replies smiling. I take one of the shots grimacing at the strong burn. I smirk looking at his friend laughing. The table was emerged into conversations. I usually take the left over shots. Why waste?

"Your ID says Cole." I muttered back laying the shot down on the table. People looked at us in shock.

"Just call me Colby, it's easier." I raise my eyebrows throwing back the last of the shots and laying them upside down on their table.

"Well, it's Cole not Colby." I muttered walking away from the table. The whole room started yelling and patting Cole's back. I shook my head and bounced back over the counter. I started doing my normal closing chores watching the small groups leave loudly. I glance at the clock. 4:57. Sighing I laid down the glass of vodka and walked over to the group still alive with energy.

"Vera! Hey we're ready for the bill." The guy who threw trash at Cole looked at me. I don't let many people call me Vera. Especially strangers.

"Her name is Vera-Jade." Cole chuckles standing up. He shook for a moment scratching his neck. He pulled out his wallet and dropped $40 on the table, "That's her tip. I've gotta piss. Do not leave me." Everyone started hollering at him. Probably about taking the top area. It's usually the least when going out. I laid the bill down and waiting for the money to be sat down. What's their total you ask? $162.59.

With the credit cards pilled I split the bill five ways. Calling it a night I sat the tray down with their credit cards and smiled at everyone softly. They all yell their thanks and take off towards the door.

"Vera-Jade, how long have you been working here?" Brennen I picked up over the night asked softly sliding his credit card in his wallet. I brush my hair back behind my ears. Reaching over the tables I put the empty glasses on the plate.

"Little over six months. You know it pays good." I shrugged softly walking the dirty dish bin toward the back.

"You know, you would look great on social media," I snorted so loud Brennen looked shocked, "I'm serious." Brennen laid a napkin down on the bar and smiled, "Anytime you wanna go public with yourself. Let me know." He glanced at Cole walking out of the bathroom.

"Bro. They had a fucking target on the toilet. Granted I missed a lot. But it was awesome." Cole chuckled at Brennen. Brennen wrapped his arm around Cole's waist and walked out the door. I jogged to the door and locked it. Watching the group fight over where they were going to sit. Cole looks back at me. We locked eye contact.

In that moment I understood why girls crumbled at boys feet. Even if there was a glass door in the way, I felt his bright, happy energy through it. I could see the bags under his eyes where he was overdue for some sleep. But most importantly, I could see him. He goes by Colby to hide something. I can make a pretty good guess that if Brennen was social media famous, Cole was to.

That's why he introduces himself as Colby. He's hiding himself under a name, two different personas. The same thing I do.